No Weakness lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama, Lil Jon & Wiz Khalifa]
Let me explain somethin' to you
When I say I'm really like that
What I mean is, I'm the culture (Gangsta)
What I've continuously given to the game
This sh*t can't be duplicated
I'm one of one (Uh), DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa & DJ Drama]
Poppin', I came here to get it poppin'
I f*ck her, don't take her shoppin'
That money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top
These n*ggas ain't got no b*tches, that's why they hatin' a lot
My six-four got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (Oh)
They call me Young Khalifa (Oh)
Don't wanna f*ck with no karma, 'cause I don't f*ckin' need her
Don't need n*ggas to show me love, 'cause I don't love 'em neither
Don't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave
I hear 'em talk, but they don't want it with me (With me)
I f*ck her after my show, send her to Unc' and then she comin' with me (With me)
Don't even have to give her number to me
See, all my n*ggas livin' comfortably, grow some weed and puff it to me
You're some freak or flair, I'll be your supplier
Let's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher
These b*tches sellin' pus*y, but I ain't the buyer (Damn)
Taylor Gang, my attire, I'm livin' life like The Wire
If she ain't f*ckin', she fired (Khalifa)
[Interlude: DJ Drama, Wiz Khalifa & T.I.]
I don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (Uh, hahaha)
That's what I come here for (Hey, hey)
Them n*ggas not built like us (Hey, hey)
Tip, holler at 'em (Hey)

[Verse 2: T.I. & DJ Drama]
Ain't no accident, it's the demolition man
Burn 'em at your set, a fire to your men advanced
Go to war with any man, you can get a chance
Everybody get it, youngin spinnin' like a ceiling fan (Get 'em)
Connect you with a brick or a ten or the love
I can get you the bad lawyer when you ran to the Forbes
And get you gone when you in the city (Yeah)
You want a buzz that get you drugs
You want a b*tch for a coat that can get you hugs
What you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve
A n*gga curve a ho', it's servin', ho'
But, nah, with every ho', they know I go
And go again, the land of the peaches
And they foreign friend, they be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in
Sheesh, so f*ck sh*t, better go on with it
Paper on me at all times, like I was born with it
Anybody get it and anybody f*ckin' with it
Most iconic out of my motherf*ckin' city, n*gga (Symba)
[Verse 3: Symba]
Down in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (Yeah)
Barely watch my watch, 'cause this money come 'round the clock (Yeah)
I got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps
Tryna juggle all these women, I'm startin' to feel like my pops
Walkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunter in a drop
I'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into Ante Up (Facts)
These keyboard killers been constantly takin' shots
But my dogs'll put a hole in your steppers, like they was Crocs
These hoes back in they feelings, so what? I'm back on my grind (Yeah)
Where was your b*tches at when your bread was longer than mine?
I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline
But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign
The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds
The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine
Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb
I ain't even hit my prime, I told you n*ggas, results take time

[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Jon]
Hahaha, you n*ggas talkin' 'bout flowers
n*gga, I've been getting bouquets by the truckload recently
And I'm far from satisfied
Oh yeah
My foot is on you n*ggas next, and you can feel it, haha
Let's dance
n*gga
Gangsta Grillz